"His face was narrow, with a patrician nose, high cheekbones, and a slightly pointed chin. It was an ascetic face that would have suited a monk in some holy order that still believed in self-flagellation, in the purification of the soul through suffering. God knows, he'd had his share of suffering. But it could be a pleasant face, too, warm and open. His smile had once charmed women, though not recently. He had not smiled in a long time."
Part One, Shattering the Past, Chapter 1, pg. 3

"Still not moving his hand, keeping it close to his own body in a way that implied he was withholding the chocolate, he said, 'If you want it, take it. Otherwise, I'll just throw it away.'
The retriever shifted on the seat, leaned close to him, and gently snatched the chocolate off his palm." Part One, Shattering the Past, Chapter 1, pg...